Decaying as I am

Need not some promised land

I know that I am failing

Acceptance was their plan

No silence in the sea

Nothing tranquil awaits me

Useless and used up

Too much using to do

I have chosen everything

This is what makes it so bad

No matter what the action

Situation was created by me

My life is different

These gray streets will only get me down

They will never fool me

Integrate me as their clown

Decaying as I am

Need not some promised land

I know that I am failing

Acceptance was the plan

No silence in the sea

Nothing tranquil awaits me

Useless and used up

Too much using to do

Decaying as I am

Need not some promised land

I know that I am failing

Acceptance was the plan

Stumbling through patches

Flowered mortality

My daze it is special

You my goddess to be